As Jon and the other three in his group settled in, he took stock of his cooking mates. There was Jay, obviously, who had shrunken in height until he was a few inches shorter than Jon since the beginning of class. Along with his friend there was Gladys, a corpulent whale of a girl who looked like she could barely contain herself from eating the ingredients. Then there was Lucy Corinth, one of Zoe's cronies and even more of an airhead than that slut. She was a tiny, perky thing, gnawing away at a piece of gum like a cow chewing cud, though thankfully she lacked the brainpower to even think of harassing Jon.
"Fucking idiots," Jon murmured in the direction of the cow and the ditz, and set about working on the meal. Normally he would have shirked his part and made his partners pick up the slack, but both Gladys and Lucy seemed incapable of even such a basic task, and Jon didn't want to make Jay do all the work.
And so they began to prepare a meal, a rather simple meat and vegetable soup. Jon and Jay exchanged amused glances when Gladys cut one of her little piggy fingers while chopping celery, though a few minutes later Jon almost did the same when a long strand of hair fell over his face. He cursed, brushing the hair away, failing to realize how his hair had crept downwards and was now halfway down his back, its color now almost completely black.
The group finished the soup, left it to simmer on the hot plate, and laid back as they waited for it to cook. Jon and Jay skulked back to the back of the room, glowering at the clusters of people chattering own like tiny, annoying birds. Just the sight of them made Jon sick, though really the reason his stomach ached was that it was silently collapsing inward until it sloped nicely with his wide hips and plump ass.
After entertaining himself a bit chatting with Jay and watching some jocks taunt Gladys, the teacher called them to return to their posts and check on their soup. Grudgingly Jon returned to his station with Jay, where Gladys and Lucy were waiting.
"So, y'know, maybe we should, like, check on it, or something, to like, see if its good, right?" Lucy bubbled.
"The lapdog is right," Jay consented, looking to Jon.
"Fine," Jon grumbled, snatching a ladle from Gladys and scooping out some of the murky liquid. He brought the broth to his lips, only to hastily spit the scalding soup back out. "You did that on purpose, you bitch!" Jon shouted, his feminine voice rendering it more a screech.
"Like, did what?" Lucy asked, not even registering what had happened.
"You alright?" Jay asked his friend.
"Yeah, I'm fine, though I think my lips are a little swollen," Jon replied, though in truth they had just plumped out into a much more desirable form. Jon was about to renew his accusations of the airhead when the bell rang, and so instead he held his tongue as Lucy bounced out of the classroom. It was, thankfully, now the last period of the day, and Jon bid Jay farewell as he headed across campus towards his destination. French was dull and the teacher was an asshole, but at least he had it with Linda and after that he would be home free...
